Andrew Westlake, the 24-year old son of a Seattle billionaire family and recent film school graduate gets an idea, based in part on his above-the-law genealogy and the unhesitant encouragement of his 32-year old corporate attorney wife, to lure people into making "party" films that actually turn out to be snuff films, assisted in the murders by his street-laborer helpers.
This book was one of the worst books I have ever read! Wow, there is not much to say about it, except that it was horribly written..So glad I finished it..